R.I.P

words left apon a headstone by a family full of grief left in darkness a feeling not so brief ... two roses are placed gently on my coffin tears fall and faces soften as they tilt their heads in respect a single rose falls, so delicate, so perfect it hits the ground in silence as all looses guidance the wind violently whips through the trees the rain flows with steady easy slowly the raindrops roll down the slick, blood stained surface a reminder of all the tears i cried the blood i shed leaving everyone but me blameless when the last rose falls, all gose breathless thats when im finally left to peace and all choas has ceased

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